Through all the Lonely Nights

    Through all the lonely nights
     with all the changing places,
          through all the solitary days
          with all the passing faces.

     It simply never occurred to me
     that you finally would not come my way,
          and know right then
          that here close beside is where you would stay.

     Through all the harsh sacrifices
     with all the bold schemes,
          through all the painful failings
          with all the grand dreams.

     It simply never occurred to me
     that we finally would not be together,
          and be as one
          through the warm and cold of the whatever.

     Whether you were fair or dark
     was not my important thing,
          as long as you were pleasant and sincere
          and calmness bring.

     Whether I were poor or famous
     would not be your deciding thing,
          as long as I were loving and sharing,
          and comfort bring.

     But this has not happened
     and seemingly now it never will,
          because this cannot happen
          and the why is only a silent still.

     Certainly I have prepared
     certainly I have sought,
          certainly I have matured
          certainly I have fought.

     Certainly you have whirled
     certainly you have learned,
          certainly you have waited
          certainly you have yearned.

     Through all the lonely nights
     with all the changing places,
          through all the solitary days
          with all the passing faces.

     Where is it written
     that it isn’t for us to know,
          where is it carved
          that it isn’t for us to sow?

     Why must it be
     that we can never reap,
          why must it be
          that we can never keep?

     It simply never occurred to me
     that we would not even meet,
          though surely you are wandering somewhere
          sad on a frantic street.

     Forever apart
     isn’t how it really should be,
          when forever together
          is how it really could be.

     It simply never occurred to me
     that you would not be here at the end,
          and helplessly there is not anywhere
          that for you I can send.

     So a tender so long from afar, only this,
     because I have always cherished you as fine,
          so a sweet goodbye from afar, only this,
          because I have always caressed you as mine.

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